Silk, Swords And Surrender

Be swept away to a land of silk and swords, passion and surrender

From USA TODAY bestselling author Jeannie Lin comes a tantalizing new five-story volume. Take a journey to Tang Dynasty China and join five unique heroines as they fight, seduce and steal their way into their heroes’ hearts.

Rediscover four reader-favorite stories and immerse yourself in “The Touch of Moonlight,” the brand-new sexy novella from this highly-acclaimed author!

Praise for award-winning author of Silk, Swords and Surrender Jeannie Lin

‘This is one bit of fancy and fearless footwork that you won’t want to miss.’

—Heroes and Heartbreakers on A Dance with Danger

‘Lin has a gift for bringing the wondrous and colorful world of ancient China to readers.’

—RT Book Reviews on My Fair Concubine

‘Lin’s politically and culturally rich story is atypical, sensual, and filled with honour and wit.’

—Publishers Weekly on The Sword Dancer

‘The action never stops, the love story is strong and the historical backdrop is fascinating. For the adventurous reader...this is a treasure.’

—RT Book Reviews on Butterfly Swords

Award-winning author JEANNIE LIN started writing her first book while working as a high school science teacher in South Central Los Angeles. Her stories are inspired by a mix of historical research and wuxia adventure tales. Jeannie’s groundbreaking historical romances set in Tang Dynasty China have received multiple awards, including the Golden Heart for her debut novel Butterfly Swords.

Silk, Swords and Surrender

Jeannie Lin

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Table of Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

Praise

About the Author

Title Page

THE TOUCH OF MOONLIGHT

THE TAMING OF MEI LIN

THE LADY’S SCANDALOUS NIGHT

AN ILLICIT TEMPTATION

CAPTURING THE SILKEN THIEF

Extract

Copyright

THE TOUCH OF MOONLIGHT

Author Note

I started writing the earliest novella in this collection six years ago. I remember the joy of writing it—I had just sold my first novel, Butterfly Swords, and The Taming of Mei Lin was originally a story-within-a-story of that larger narrative.

When it was released, I remember posting instructions on how to download it, since so many readers had never read an e-Book before. How times have changed! Six years in a writer’s life isn’t a great expanse of time, yet it feels as if publishing has lived a thousand lives.

During that time, I’ve alternated between full-length novels and shorter works, expanding my Tang Dynasty world. With the shorter stories I was able to experiment with condensed timelines and building conflict quickly. I was able to explore ways of creating a vibrant world in fewer words while playing with multiple side stories and characters.

In this collection there are linked stories to Butterfly Swords, The Dragon and the Pearl and My Fair Concubine. Capturing the Silken Thief was written as a lead-in to the Lotus Palace series. And the new addition, The Touch of Moonlight presents a girl-next-door tale, Tang Dynasty style, to counterbalance the sword fights and high drama.

I loved writing these stories and I’ve always been proud of them. I’ve always hoped they would be gathered into a single collection for readers to enjoy and here they are! Dreams do come true.

You can find out more about these stories or contact me online at my website jeannielin.com. Let me know which story is your favorite.

Contents

Author Note

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter One

Tang Dynasty China, 841 AD

A flock of young ladies hovered near the garden wall. The neighborhood girls were on their afternoon stroll, and a pleasant cloud of chatter and gossip surrounded them. Baozhen appreciated the familiar sight after nearly a year away from the city. He appreciated it enough to stop at the end of the lane to watch and listen.

He knew all these lovely sparrows, of course. Everyone knew everyone in this ward. The courtyard houses were packed closely together, with only their surrounding walls to provide privacy. Families lived in the residences from one generation to the next, sharing news big and small across the narrow alleyways between them.

Lian was among them, a face perhaps a little more familiar than the rest. She was merchant Chen’s daughter, and the Chen family were his closest neighbors. Lian had her eye to an opening in the garden wall while the other girls giggled around her. The odd thing was that Lian—sensible, serious Lian—was giggling along with the rest of them.

“Now, this is a sight these eyes have missed,” he announced.

The ladies scattered like peach blossoms in the wind as he approached, only to regroup with a fresh round of giggling.

“Baozhen!”

“You’re back.”

“Did you bring me anything?”

The last voice was the quietest of them. “You’re home early.”

Little Lian was blushing when he looked at her. The last time he’d seen her had been on the day of his departure. She’d come out to her front gate to wish him a safe journey, wearing a blue robe the color of a clouded sky. Odd that he’d remember that now.

Her father had a formidable reputation in the East Market. He’d cleverly negotiated lucrative deals with foreign traders from the northwest and had a reputation for being able to procure anything. Chen was a serious businessman, with no tolerance for fools, and his daughter was the same. Lian never blushed. Baozhen simply had to see what was on the other side of that wall.

“What could have everyone so distracted that they’d forget to greet an old friend?” he accused lightly as he went to the aperture.

“Oh, just the new object of our admiration,” one of the girls teased. “You’ve been away for so long we’ve all but forgotten you.”

A chorus of voices agreed. They really were pretty little songbirds and, as always, he appreciated the attention. He had grown up with them. There was always some infatuation or another among them. It was with curiosity rather than jealousy that he searched out the figure through the wall.

“Liu Jinhai?”

More giggling.

Jinhai was flamboyantly dressed as usual. His father dealt in textiles, and Jinhai never gave up an opportunity to display his wardrobe. He was probably on his way to the drinking house. Baozhen might even join him later.

“I’m wounded.” Baozhen grinned as he faced them. “For a couple of bolts of pretty silk you’ve forgotten me.”

“No!” they cooed.

“Never.”

“He’s not as handsome as you.”

One girl took his right side and another quickly swept in to take his left. Lian remained apart, looking upon the theatrics somewhat impatiently.

“When did you return?” she asked.

“Yesterday evening. I was actually coming to pay your family a visit for tea.”

As entertaining as the cooing and flattery was, Baozhen shifted into conversation with his neighbor and the others took the hint. They flitted away to other diversions.

His family managed several transport routes to the cities of the southern provinces. This last trip had taken longer than usual as it had been time for him to learn the routes and meet their many business associates.

“I had heard you wouldn’t be back for another month at least.”

Lian seemed subdued, and much less enthusiastic than the others about his return. Something else seemed to occupy her thoughts.

“I missed being in the city,” he said.

They fell into easy step beside one another, making their way down to the lane where their families resided. Lian was looking straight ahead and he took the opportunity to scrutinize her a little more closely. She seemed somehow...different walking beside him. Something about the way she carried herself.

Baozhen broke into a smile. “I missed you, as well,” he added as an afterthought.

She didn’t show any response to the casual flirtation. Instead she smoothed her fingers through her hair, tucking the left side neatly behind her ear, and continued inquiring about his journey and the state of his father’s business.

He should have known better. This was the child with the dirty knees who’d run wild through the alleyways in pigtails. The girl he’d teased for being bony and the one who’d thrown crab apples at his head whenever he’d done so. They were too familiar for any tantalizing innuendoes between them.

And he hadn’t really missed Lian while he’d been away. Well, he hadn’t exactly thought of her much, but now that she was here beside him maybe he had missed her. Was it possible not to know how much you’d missed someone until you saw them again?

“Is Liu Jinhai an acquaintance of yours?” She was looking away again, occupied with straightening her sleeves.

Baozhen frowned. “You could say.”

“Hmm.” She made a soft, noncommittal sound beneath her breath that he would spend the rest of the day trying to interpret.

He went on talking about Hangzhou. The lushness of the forests and the great West Lake. Hadn’t Lian been excited that he was going to these faraway places? When she’d bade him farewell, the way she’d regarded him, with eyes shining and full of wonder, had made his chest puff out. She was only the skinny neighbor girl, but she was still female, and female admiration was not something to be shrugged aside.

But Lian was barely paying attention to him now that she wasn’t so skinny anymore. Her eyes had taken on that faraway look again and her cheeks were tinged pink.

“Baozhen.” She interrupted his tale without remorse. “We’re longtime friends, aren’t we?”

Lian’s midnight-dark eyes were finally fixed on him and he was reminded of another time when she had approached him so directly. An unexpected knot formed in his throat.

“Of course,” he said casually, with a smile that he found he had to force. He who was so careless with his smiles. Who was notorious for them.

“Can you introduce me to him?”

“To who?”

She blinked away from his gaze, batting silken lashes that were longer than he remembered. Heaven, everything was different from what he remembered.

“You know who,” she said impatiently. “Liu Jinhai.”

* * *

Baozhen barked out a laugh, and Lian didn’t have anything to throw at his head besides a poisoned look. His skin was a shade darker, turned copper by his travels in the sun, and he did appear more worldly—though that was likely her imagination. She could see his boyish behavior hadn’t changed.

“Did you just remember an old joke?” she asked, glowering. “Because I haven’t said anything funny.”

“Since when do your attentions follow the whims of that flock of songbirds?”

“I don’t pay any attention to what the others are fawning over,” she protested. “For instance, now that you’re back they’ll likely return to swooning over you. I find Liu Jinhai interesting, that’s all.”

Baozhen stopped short, forcing her to halt and turn back to him. “Interesting?” he challenged with a quirk of his mouth.

She lifted her chin stubbornly. “Yes.”

His eyes creased at the corners as he regarded her. That was twice he’d paused to look her over. Lian glowed inside with triumph. Finally Baozhen was the one who was confused and trying to figure her out.

She had known him for as long as she could remember. Their families lived side by side, with only an alleyway separating them. When the neighborhood girls had started gossiping, and calling Baozhen handsome, Lian had stared at him, eyes squinted, trying to figure out what they were talking about.

He was six years her elder, and infamous throughout the ward. Even Ming-ha, her older cousin, had been infatuated with him at one point. Lian had caught them kissing once, behind the shrubbery in the garden. Lian alone had seemed immune to Baozhen’s charms—until three years ago. Since then it had been torture to maintain her veneer of indifference. It was torture to continue to be overlooked every single day.

Now, for the first time, Baozhen was actually paying attention to her. All it had taken was the mention of another man’s name. She should have guessed as much. Men were like rams, battering their hard heads together.

“Liu Jinhai is a no-good wastrel,” Baozhen began. “He drinks. He frequents gambling dens and cavorts with song girls. Completely unsuitable for you.”

Lian listened to the litany, each denouncement adding to her good mood. “The same things can be said of you. Every single one.”

“I’m not suitable for you either.”

He tapped the tip of her nose with a finger and graced her with one of his smiles. It was a bright flash that tickled her insides and weakened her knees. Baozhen had a way of doing that without any effort at all. He made her feel important, as if all that radiance shone only on her, but she knew that wasn’t true. He had that effect on everyone.

Lian didn’t give him the satisfaction of swatting his hand away. It would play into his view of her as a young and impetuous brat, and she was tired of playing that game.

“I don’t need your opinion of him,” she insisted. “All I want is an introduction.”

“I can’t stand by and watch a dear friend be devoured by a wolf. Why, you’re practically like a little sister to me.”

Oh, she didn’t like that at all. “No matter, then,” she said with a wave, and continued toward home. “I’m sure there are countless places where I can run into Liu Jinhai while I’m alone and in distress...”

Baozhen caught up to her in several long strides. “All right, I surrender. I’ll introduce you to your precious prince if only to keep you out of trouble. I never knew you could be such a she-demon when you wanted something.”

Chapter Two

“You can’t go looking like that,” Baozhen declared.

Apparently her family had immediately welcomed him into the fold. He was roaming about their courtyard once again as if he lived there.

“You’re going to be late,” she told him.

He paid no attention to her reprimand. Instead he frowned as he looked her over. She had taken care to dress in a light summer robe with many eye-catching colors. The outer layer was a hand-painted gauze which revealed the barest hint of her arms through its sheerness. The morning air was cool in the garden, with a slight breeze rustling the cypress trees. A flood of heat swept through her as Baozhen’s gaze lingered at the lowered neckline.

“Too obvious,” he declared. “Any man seeing a woman like this would know that she’s interested.”

“So?”

“A lady should be a bit more subtle. Yin is the essence of darkness and secrets, after all.”

Lian stood her ground. “Of course. It’s so much better to be so subtle and secretive that I’m never noticed at all. Not even when someone has known me for years and years.”

Baozhen’s scowl deepened as he considered her words. A look of displeasure creased his brow, but within moments it had been smoothed out to his usual careless look. The one that so easily charmed the world.

“There are other ways of being noticed,” he drawled.

The low suggestiveness in his tone took her off-balance and she scrambled to recover. “What are you doing here, anyway? Cousin Ming-ha and I were just headed out to the park.”

They were supposed to “accidentally” meet Liu Jinhai in an hour.

“I came to bring you your gift.” He produced a parcel from the fold of his sleeve. “I saw this in Suzhou. It made me think of you.”

The package was wrapped in plain sackcloth. Despite its humble appearance, the gesture warmed her, and a little shiver of excitement ran down her spine as she loosened the twine. Baozhen folded his hands behind his back and hovered to watch.

She held up the polished hardwood frame wrapped with red cord. “A slingshot?”

He beamed proudly. “You used to be quite dangerous with one of those.”

When she was twelve. “What did you get Ming-ha?” she demanded.

“A bottle of perfume,” he replied with a shrug.

Her cousin warranted a gift that was pretty and feminine, to match her pretty and feminine self, while Lian received a child’s toy. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. Baozhen really was insufferable.

“You don’t like it?” he asked, hurt.

“No, it’s wonderful. Perfect,” she said through her teeth.

“You’re upset.” He was following her through the garden. Still smiling. “I can bring you another gift if you’d like.”

She turned on him. “You didn’t speak to Liu Jinhai at all, did you?”

“Of course I did. I have nothing to fear from him.”

His smile widened. That devastating smile. It confused her so.

“You’ll get your chance encounter, but—looking as made-up as you do—I’m thinking you’re hoping for a little bit more than an introduction.”

She realized he was gradually backing her into the corner of the garden, behind the pruned cypress. Now he was back he was obviously looking for more conquests to add to his collection. Her hand shot out to brace against his chest, where she collided against a solid wall of muscle.

“Scoundrel.”

The scoundrel laughed. “It’s just a kiss, Lian.”

She couldn’t help the way her stomach fluttered, nor how her heart pounded. He ventured a step closer, but she held firm. She knew Baozhen too well. He had no control over his effect on women and had come to accept their adoration as a matter of course. It took no effort for him to make her feel these things. He did it without knowledge and without care, taking no responsibility for her hope, her excitement or her pain.

He was blissfully ignorant while her spirits soared or plummeted at his whim.

She gave him a little shove, though it did little to move him. “Maybe it’s not you I want a kiss from.”

“You asked me for one once.”

She froze.

Any gentleman would have conveniently forgotten her request. She had been young and had foolishly gathered her courage to ask for a kiss. Baozhen had been older and more experienced. He had refused her. Even worse.

“You laughed at me.” The sharp, piercing embarrassment came back to her. She had shrunk inside to nothing more than a wisp of smoke and disappeared into her room for days.

Baozhen looked stricken. “I didn’t laugh at you.” He paused, as if trying to recall. “Or I didn’t mean to, if that’s what happened. You surprised me. It was just that you were—”

He struggled for words, his smooth charm failing him. He seemed earnest in his uncertainty and she let down her guard.

“Perhaps I was waiting for a better time,” he said, but his tone was more gentle than beguiling.

A small crack formed in her resistance. He backed her farther behind the cover of the shrubbery and this time she let him. She let him because it was Baozhen, and it had hurt so much when he’d rejected her. She had been fifteen years old and foolish, and now she was eighteen and not so foolish—but she still very much wanted that kiss.

He didn’t put his arms around her. Instead he rested his hands over her shoulders as he bent to her, holding her carefully, as if she were made of porcelain. She couldn’t breathe. Baozhen was so close and she had imagined this for so long, in so many different ways. She could feel the sigh of his breath against her lips, and then his mouth was on hers.

His lips were softer and warmer than she’d imagined—but in no more than a heartbeat he was gone.

She was left blinking up at him. That was all? Baozhen straightened abruptly, and for a moment they simply stood there. The tingle of the maddeningly brief touch had already faded. She didn’t even have any time to consider returning his kiss.

“I’ll see you at the park.” Baozhen wasn’t smiling or teasing, or really doing anything but staring at her oddly.

“Until then,” she said, her voice dull.

She stood clutching that ridiculous slingshot to her breast as he turned to go. Someone as adept as Baozhen couldn’t even flirt with her properly. She truly was as hopeless as she had always feared.

* * *

Baozhen had just arrived at the park when he saw the yellow-pink flash of Lian’s summer robe through the green. She was at the far end, strolling along beside her cousin. Within moments she caught his eye but quickly looked away, pretending to be absorbed with something Ming-ha was saying.

“I thought we were going to the tea house,” Jinhai said from behind him.

Usually he found Liu Jinhai to be an agreeable companion. They had similar interests and he was good-humored and unpretentious. Today, Baozhen found him unbearable.

“In a while. There’s something we must do first,” Baozhen said, resigned.

The two ladies glided along the pebbled walkway, making an unerring path toward them.

Conveniently, it was Ming-ha who called out. “Why, it’s Baozhen!”

Lian came up beside her, her robe catching the breeze just enough to tease them with a glimpse of the rounded curves beneath the delicate material.

Baozhen stepped out in front of them. “What a surprise. This pleasant morning has become more enjoyable.”

“Ah, now I see...” Jinhai’s murmur came low and amused from behind him.

Baozhen suppressed a scowl and positioned himself squarely at the lead, to greet Lian and her cousin. Ming-ha was the taller of the two. Her features were slender and elongated and he had been thoroughly fascinated with her once for half a summer, in the way of a boy just beyond childhood.

It was Lian who had his complete attention now. She was softer in the face, with eyes that were keen like a cat’s. After such a long time away, he had decided he did find Lian pretty. This morning had confirmed it. Why else would he have been so compelled to kiss her? Now, every time he saw her, he couldn’t look away. His senses demanded to be constantly fed with this new discovery.

“It’s been too long, Miss Lian,” he said with an overflow of meaning.

“Nonsense, Baozhen. We live next to each other. We see each other too often, one might say.”

Lian had drawn a red tint over her lips since they’d parted. The little fox. She also had a fan in her hands, which she wasn’t using at all to her advantage. It was supposed to be an excuse to bring attention to shapely hands and bared wrists, but instead she was waving it in short, impatient movements while trying to glance around him.

“Your friend, here, is another matter,” she said pointedly. “I don’t believe we’ve ever met.”

Her directness was refreshing—except that it was directed at the wrong man. Baozhen could sense Jinhai similarly trying to weave around him to make an introduction. Any man would, the way Lian was dressed and painted like a newly ripened peach, ready to be plucked.